User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190717160241/@comment-32303-20190717192408

Rhiannon nodded. "I thank you for the invite, mate. If both o' ye need another two blades, y can count on mine. " She paused long enough to set pebbles in a trail sign. "My Oathbound can catch up later, they'll see the sign. Have ye heard o'  or seen a black weasel aroun' these parts?" She wiped a paw across her brow. "He'd have a notched left ear an' a scar across the back o' his head that resembles a fang? His name's Shadowheart. . ." The otter bared her teeth as she hissed the name. "We're all on his trail, tracked him all the way doon the North Coast t' here. He's a danger tae yore Abbey, he's a stone-cauld killer even ef he doesnae ha' the bluidwrath. "